Reflection: A Poem for October:
But once I pass this way, and then no more.
But once – and then the silent door swings on its hinges;
Opens…. closes, and no more I pass this way.
So, while I may, with all my might,
I will give sweet comfort and delight,
to all I meet upon the pilgrim Way.
For no one travels twice the great Highway,
That climbs through darkness up to light,
Through night and day.